The late autumn rain fell in a steady drizzle. Jiang Sinuo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the raindrops trace countless winding lines down the glass. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the scar on her wrist—the mark left behind from her attempt to escape three months ago.
"What are you looking at?" A deep male voice came from behind her, carrying a familiar oppressive weight. Jiang Yunting gently draped a cashmere shawl over her shoulders, his warm palm lingering against her shoulder for a moment.
Jiang Sinuo flinched instinctively, a subtle movement that caused Jiang Yunting's pupils to contract slightly. Ever since their parents died in that car crash, this scene had replayed countless times. She had been twelve then, and her brother eighteen. Overnight, he had become her only support.
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